[Intro]
Yeah
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
[Verse 1]
Big rocks, big rocks, girl these some big rocks
Big race Rollie, Flavor Flay, but it don’t tick tock
Nah, it don’t tick tock, AP, we can flip flop
Yeah I got on skinny pants, no big clothes, no Kriss Kross
Gucci flip flops, yeah my toes out, that pole out
Yeah these niggas snitchin’, yeah they tellin’ the pigs out
Yeah we in now, they know who we is now
Yeah they know who we was, but they know who we is now
Yeah, yeah, make a hoe catch the feels, off these riddles
And she got some prеtty [?], wearin’ Skittles
Do my dance up on Trillеr, I make a million
Boy I’m waitin’ for my dog, he wait for a pill
Listen if you are my children, everyday is Christmas
Better think about your children, they gon’ need they daddy
Cause if you play with me, we spazzin’
They ain’t gon’ have em’
If your own family crying
[Chorus]
Yeah we send them bags to the sky
Yeah we flyin’ bags through the sky, bags through the sky
Used to lay in traffic, get head in the side
Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it’s Gucci the attire
My big dog a menace, tell a nigga “Hurry up and buy”
Yes I passed her by, she didn’t even have a ride
Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor
Whole club recordin’ right now, it don’t matter
[Verse 2]
Yeah I know they hatin’ on me, it don’t matter
Boogers in the watch right now, but it don’t matter
Yeah I get attached to you girl, but it don’t matter
I give you money, don’t want it back from you girl, it don’t matter
Come see how I live in my world, it don’t matter
Yeah we sendin’ shots at they block and they scadadle
Yeah I’m coming straight to the top, no need for ladders
Yeah, zoom, whenever I ride, Scatpack
Yeah, it’s a lot of room in my ride, we can have a Hellcat em'
Can’t wait to cannonball in your thighs, I’ll splash em’
Yeah them slimes still in yo’ ride, don’t care bout Travis
I’m just gettin’ real high with my guys, just like Dassle
[Chorus]
Yeah we send them bags to the sky
Yeah we flyin’ bags through the sky, bags through the sky
Used to lay in traffic, get head in the side
Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it’s Gucci the attire
My big dog a menace, tell a nigga “Hurry up and buy it”
Yes I passed her by, she didn’t even have a ride
Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor
Whole club recordin’ right now, it don’t matter
Yeah
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
[Verse 1]
Big rocks, big rocks, girl these some big rocks
Big race Rollie, Flavor Flay, but it don’t tick tock
Nah, it don’t tick tock, AP, we can flip flop
Yeah I got on skinny pants, no big clothes, no Kriss Kross
Gucci flip flops, yeah my toes out, that pole out
Yeah these niggas snitchin’, yeah they tellin’ the pigs out
Yeah we in now, they know who we is now
Yeah they know who we was, but they know who we is now
Yeah, yeah, make a hoe catch the feels, off these riddles
And she got some prеtty [?], wearin’ Skittles
Do my dance up on Trillеr, I make a million
Boy I’m waitin’ for my dog, he wait for a pill
Listen if you are my children, everyday is Christmas
Better think about your children, they gon’ need they daddy
Cause if you play with me, we spazzin’
They ain’t gon’ have em’
If your own family crying
[Chorus]
Yeah we send them bags to the sky
Yeah we flyin’ bags through the sky, bags through the sky
Used to lay in traffic, get head in the side
Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it’s Gucci the attire
My big dog a menace, tell a nigga “Hurry up and buy”
Yes I passed her by, she didn’t even have a ride
Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor
Whole club recordin’ right now, it don’t matter
[Verse 2]
Yeah I know they hatin’ on me, it don’t matter
Boogers in the watch right now, but it don’t matter
Yeah I get attached to you girl, but it don’t matter
I give you money, don’t want it back from you girl, it don’t matter
Come see how I live in my world, it don’t matter
Yeah we sendin’ shots at they block and they scadadle
Yeah I’m coming straight to the top, no need for ladders
Yeah, zoom, whenever I ride, Scatpack
Yeah, it’s a lot of room in my ride, we can have a Hellcat em'
Can’t wait to cannonball in your thighs, I’ll splash em’
Yeah them slimes still in yo’ ride, don’t care bout Travis
I’m just gettin’ real high with my guys, just like Dassle
[Chorus]
Yeah we send them bags to the sky
Yeah we flyin’ bags through the sky, bags through the sky
Used to lay in traffic, get head in the side
Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it’s Gucci the attire
My big dog a menace, tell a nigga “Hurry up and buy it”
Yes I passed her by, she didn’t even have a ride
Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor
Whole club recordin’ right now, it don’t matter
( Lil Keed )
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